Cursed Midlife Bear by Meg Ripley

When I turned 40, getting divorced was nowhere on my radar.
Neither was getting pregnant with a cursed bear shifter’s baby.
Have a divorce party, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
It was, until I ended up in handcuffs.
A group of Karens rained on my parade at the winery
And in my drunken haze, I mooned every last one of them—
Along with the responding officer called in to arrest my ass.
Not a good look for a teacher starting off in a new little town.
When he cuffed me, I stumbled into his rock-hard body,
But he softened up once he brought me down to the station,
Taking pity on me and caring for me throughout the night.
The charges were dropped the next morning,
So he gave me a ride home, and I offered him breakfast.
But Landon was hungry for me and jumped right to dessert.
Fast forward to now, when I find out I’m pregnant at 40,
But the fun doesn’t end there.
Apparently, Landon’s part bear.
Oh, and his family? Yeah, they’ve been cursed for generations.
Now my unborn child could turn out to be a feral beast—
Just like Landon’s brother, who’s now on the hunt for me.